Another day down of hanging out with Ellie and I'm beginning
to see her advance in a lot of ways. She
can do a lot of things that she couldn't even do two weeks ago. She's learning how to hold her head upright
which is great. It certainly makes it
easier to multitask when holding her like that.
You know, read a book or eat a banana.
Something like that. She's also
learning distinct cries to show what she's wanting. There's a particular one when she's hungry,
when she needs a change, or when she's tired.
No particular cry yet for when she doesn't like her outfit, when she
wants to go to the zoo, or for when she's ready for a bath. I figure those will show up at some
point. Especially the one about the
zoo.
She even has already gotten a modified army crawl down. It's
harder and harder to keep her on her playmat during tummy time now. She certainly gets ticked off when she
continually gets pulled back from the carpet.
I don't know why Ellie views the carpet as some sort of undiscovered
paradise. It's really just an
undiscovered source of facial rug burn waiting to happen. I just don't have the heart to let her
discover that for herself.
The one thing that Ellie really has not learned to do at all
yet is to fall asleep on her own and I could not be more excited for that to
occur. Not that I don't enjoy rocking
her to sleep. It just gets redundant
when it happens three times in the span of thirty minutes. There's really just a couple of things to
blame. Ellie's legs and arms still seem
to be a little beyond her control at this point. When's she awake, she generally gets along
fine and can even exert some ability when it comes to grasping at things. When she's asleep though, it's like she's
dancing to 'Conga'. A nice swaddle seems to take care of that just
fine though.
The bigger problem pertains to her irrational fear of her
crib. When she wakes up in her crib, I
think she believes she's been abandoned in some kind of baby jail. The bars raising up from all around her. Too tall to climb. Too skinny to squeeze through. No friend from the outside to send her a cake
with a nail file baked in. She can't even
dig out and head to Mexico like good old Andy Dufresne. It's no wonder that she cries when she sees
her predicament.
I decided today to embark on what may be a fool's errand. I
WILL GET ELLIE TO NAP IN HER CRIB OR DIE TRYING!!! That's not an overstatement or anything
right? I figure that if I at least try
once a day to get her to nap in her crib, then she'll eventually get used to it
and figure out that it's not so horrible.
Either that or I'll buy her a harmonica so that she can play solemn
tunes about prison life. Or a Theremin. #DaddyWrite
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